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| (Is it just me, or is this model slightly suggestive?) |
Look, I know we are due for a major storm of some kind, be it rain or snow or both, but come on already. Our ancestors accurately predicted incoming weather based on the behavior of local woods animals. We still do it -- fat squirrels means hard winter; moths inside the house in the middle of December means warm winter; birds that cease chirping before a summer storm means bad electrical event approaching; and if all the animals, including house pets, suddenly run for the hills, there's about to be an earthquake.
These days the modern meteorologists have computers that spit multiple models out and make spaghettification models that track a multitude of possible paths for the storm. The forecasting should be flawless. Still, though, leading right up and into the start of each passing storm, these modern weather specialists still don't know shit.
"It'll be mostly rain. Unless, of course, the cold air comes in, then it might be snow. Near the coast it will be too warm to snow. Unless, of course, it gets cold, then it might snow. Inland it will snow. Sometime. For a while. Accumulating anywhere from an inch to a foot. You call it. I'm done. This job sucks."
The weather guy just said on television that the computer models have no idea on this storm...
Listen carefully, people. Step. Out. Side. Look. Listen. What do you see? What do you hear? If the pheasants are firmly on a tree branch, it's safe to say it's time to batten the hatches.
